As he moved on to observe another student, whispers spread through the hall. Many of the students who had previously doubted Rheon’s reputation were now utterly captivated, and Alira, though still nervous, felt a renewed sense of purpose.

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  Rheon stood at the edge of the arena, his piercing gaze scanning the crowd. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm yet firm: “Zeyra Lockheart. Trin Lorath. Step forward.”